Coconuts,
Fall from the tree's,
Knocking passerby's unconscious.
They can give us sweet milk,
Or what the locals would call "meat",
But I'm pretty sure this isn't the kind of meat I usually eat.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
Coconuts,
Fall from the tree's,
Knocking passerby's unconscious.
They can give us sweet milk,
Or what the locals would call "meat",
But I'm pretty sure this isn't the kind of meat I usually eat.
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